It's not just a walk.
It's a journey.
One cannot know the depth of meaning nor measure the connections made when we dare to explore the richness between what is and what could be.
I find myself nourished by the grace of such simple and profound moments.
An eagle in flight.
A branch heavy with ice and snow or a pond, frozen, displaying exotic
textures and patterns.
The hushed whisper of leaves that hang on till the last possible moment.
Preservation of spirit